[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 112: Can I have you? (M)

Ash stood in the middle of the living room, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His heart was pounding in his chest, emotions churning chaotically as he tried to make sense of the past few days. He felt stupid for bringing this up, but he couldn’t take it anymore. The distance, the rejections—it was eating at him, and he needed answers.

Elijah stood on the opposite side of him, looking at him with wide, panicked eyes. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, completely thrown off guard by the intensity of Ash’s emotions.

"Why are you just standing there?" Ash finally snapped, his voice tight with frustration. "Aren’t you going to say something?"

Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "Ash, I...I don’t even know where this is coming from. You think I don’t want you anymore? That’s crazy!"

"Is it?" Ash shot back, his voice trembling with anger and sadness. "Because every time I try to get close to you, you push me away. You keep stopping me, like...like I’m not good enough anymore."

Elijah took a step toward him, but Ash held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Ash, that’s not it," Elijah said hurriedly, his voice filled with desperation. "You have no idea how much I want you. Every time I see you, I—"

"Then why?" Ash interrupted, tears brimming in his eyes. "Why do you keep turning me down? Why won’t you touch me anymore? I feel like...like I’m not even attractive to you. Like you don’t even want me."

Elijah’s heart clenched at the sight of Ash’s tears. He rushed forward, grabbing Ash by the arms before Ash could pull away again. "Stop, please," Elijah begged, gripping him firmly but gently. "Listen to me, Ash. That’s not it at all."

Ash stared up at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Then what is it? Why does it feel like you’re avoiding me? I just want to understand."

Elijah took a deep breath, his hands tightening slightly around Ash’s arms as he tried to find the right words. "I’m not avoiding you because I don’t want you. Hell, it’s the exact opposite." He paused, his eyes searching Ash’s face for any sign that he was getting through to him. "I’m trying to slow down because I don’t want you to think that all I care about is your body."

Ash blinked, confusion flashing across his face. "What? Why would I think that?"

"Because," Elijah said, his voice dropping lower as he leaned closer to Ash, "every time I look at you, all I can think about is how badly I want you. It’s...intense. I get so worked up just by being near you, and I didn’t want you to think that all I want from you is sex."

Ash’s eyes widened slightly at Elijah’s admission. "You...you still want me like that?"

Elijah let out a breath, nodding as his grip on Ash tightened. "Are you kidding me? I get hard just watching you walk across the room." He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Ash’s ear as he spoke in a low, gravelly tone. "Every time I see you, I want to fuck you senseless. I’m trying to control myself because I don’t want you to feel like I’m only with you for sex."

Ash’s face flushed at his blunt words, his heart racing as he absorbed them. Elijah continued, his voice rough with need. "You think I don’t want you? Fuck, Ash, I think about you all day, every day. How your body feels under my hands, how you sound when I’m inside you. I’m just trying to make sure you know that you mean more to me than just that. I don’t want to rush things and make you feel like that’s all I care about."

Ash’s breath hitched. "But I don’t feel like that," he whispered. "I just want to be close to you, Elijah. I don’t care if we’re having sex or not...I just want to feel like you still want me, like you still find me attractive."

Elijah’s heart ached at Ash’s words, his arms wrapping around him tightly. "God, baby," he murmured against his hair. "I’m constantly fighting the urge to throw you down and fuck you right there, wherever we are. You’re so fucking sexy, it drives me crazy. I just...I didn’t want to push you. I wanted to slow things down so you’d know I love you for more than just your body."

Ash’s body trembled against him, and Elijah could feel the tension slowly draining from him. "I’m sorry," Ash said quietly. "I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to hold back. I just...I felt so insecure. I thought maybe you didn’t want me anymore."

Elijah pulled back slightly, cupping Ash’s face in his hands. "I’ll never stop wanting you," he said fiercely. "You’re everything to me, Ash. And if you ever feel insecure or worried again, just tell me, okay? I don’t want you to ever doubt how much I love you or how much I want you."

Ash nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you too," he whispered, leaning into Elijah’s touch.

Elijah smiled softly, pressing a tender kiss to Ash’s lips. "Good," he murmured against them. "Because you’re mine, and I’m never letting you go."

Elijah gazed deeply into Ash’s eyes, his hands still cradling Ash’s face as if he couldn’t bear to let him go. "So, you really still find me attractive?" His voice was soft, full of sincerity and affection as he spoke.

"Of course, I find you attractive, babe," Elijah said, his thumb brushing gently over Ash’s cheek. "You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Every time I look at you, I’m in awe. Every inch of you drives me crazy, from your smile to the way you move, to the way you look at me. You’re perfect."

Ash blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red at Elijah’s words. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading across his skin, but there was something about the way Elijah looked at him—so full of love, desire, and tenderness—that made him lean in, pressing his lips to Elijah’s in a soft, shy kiss.

Their lips brushed gently at first, like the tentative first notes of a melody, but soon, Elijah deepened the kiss. He nibbled on Ash’s lower lip, teasing it between his teeth before sucking softly, pulling a soft moan from Ash’s throat. Ash’s body reacted instinctively, his mouth parting slightly, inviting Elijah to slip his tongue inside.

Elijah took the opportunity eagerly, sliding his tongue past Ash’s lips and tasting him deeply. Their mouths moved together in perfect harmony, the kiss growing hotter and more intense with every passing second. Ash straddled Elijah’s waist, his knees on either side of Elijah’s thighs as he pressed closer, his body flush against Elijah’s chest.

Elijah’s hands roamed over Ash’s back, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened. He broke away for a brief moment, his breath hot against Ash’s lips as he whispered, "Stick your tongue out for me, baby."

Ash, feeling a little shy but eager to please, did as Elijah asked. He slowly stuck out his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. Elijah leaned forward, his lips closing around Ash’s wet, soft tongue, pulling it gently into his mouth. He sucked on it, slow and deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Ash’s body.

Ash whimpered softly, his hands clutching at Elijah’s shoulders as Elijah worked his tongue over Ash’s, tasting every inch of him. Elijah could feel Ash’s body trembling against him, his arousal growing with each deliberate movement.

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet sounds of their lips and tongues moving together. Elijah’s grip on Ash tightened as he continued to suck on his tongue, his body responding to the heat of Ash’s closeness, the way Ash moaned so sweetly against him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of heated kisses and soft gasps, Elijah pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Ash’s. Both of them were panting, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. Elijah’s eyes gleamed with affection and desire, his hands never leaving Ash’s body as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"You taste so good. Sweet like honey," Elijah murmured, his voice husky and low as his fingers trailed down Ash’s back. "I could do this forever."

Elijah gently laid Ash down on the sofa, his hands never leaving Ash’s body as he shifted, moving to hover over him. With a soft smile, Elijah’s fingers slid beneath the hem of Ash’s shirt, slowly pushing it up to reveal the soft, smooth skin beneath. He lowered his head, placing tender kisses across Ash’s chest, savoring the warmth of his skin.

"Ah!" Ash gasped softly, his fingers tangling in Elijah’s hair as Elijah’s lips brushed over his nipple. Elijah smirked against Ash’s chest, before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it, teasingly biting down just enough to make Ash’s body arch toward him, a soft moan slipping from Ash’s lips.

Elijah continued his slow exploration, his kisses trailing lower. His lips traced the lines of Ash’s ribs, down to the smooth skin of his belly, where he licked and bit teasingly, leaving marks of his affection. Ash writhed beneath him, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through his body, his breath coming in soft gasps.

Elijah’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Ash’s pants, tugging them down slowly, exposing more of Ash’s skin inch by inch. He kissed a trail down Ash’s hipbone, pausing just above where Ash’s cock was hard and straining. Elijah placed a soft kiss just above it, smirking when he felt Ash’s body tense beneath him.

Ash’s hand came down to grip Elijah’s shoulder, trying to stop him. "E-Elijah, wait," Ash whispered, his voice shaky with anticipation and embarrassment.

But Elijah simply looked up at him with a heated gaze, his lips quivering into a playful smile. "Let me suck you, love," Elijah murmured, his breath hot against Ash’s skin.

With that, Elijah lowered his head and kissed the tip of Ash’s cock, his lips warm and soft against the sensitive skin. Ash gasped, his fingers tightening in Elijah’s hair, but he didn’t push him away. Elijah’s tongue flicked out, tasting him, before his lips wrapped around the head, slowly taking Ash into his hot, wet mouth.

"Angh!" Ash moaned, his back arching as pleasure shot through him. He tried to muffle his sounds, but it was impossible with the way Elijah was working him. Elijah sucked gently, his tongue swirling around Ash’s length as he began to take him deeper into his mouth, inch by inch, until he had Ash fully in his throat.

Ash’s moans filled the room, his hips twitching involuntarily as Elijah’s mouth worked him skillfully. The sensation of Elijah’s lips, his tongue, and the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed Ash, making him feel like he was floating in a haze of pleasure.

Elijah kept up his steady rhythm, his hands holding Ash’s hips down to stop him from thrusting up into his mouth. Ash’s breaths came faster, and he could feel the tension building in his body, the pleasure coiling tightly in his stomach as Elijah took him closer and closer to the edge.

But just as Ash was about to completely lose himself in the sensation, Elijah pulled back, his mouth releasing Ash’s cock with a soft, wet pop. Elijah looked up at Ash with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening.